Octavia Blake was getting real sick of her big brother's too good to be seen with his younger sister attitude. He refused to even hang around her so much that their parents had hired a babysitter to look after her since Bellamy was always going out. Octavia had pleaded with him to take her with him, or at least stay home and save her the pain of being babysat, but she'd had no luck. If anything, her brother seemed amused by her suffering.

"Come on, please Bell?" Octavia tried one last time. "She's going to show up any minute and you just know that Mom picked out a goody-goody."

"Don't be so dramatic. I'm sure she won't be that bad," Bellamy told his sister as he pulled his leather jacket on.

"Thanks," Octavia responded sarcastically. "Why do I even need a babysitter?"

"Because you're fourteen," her brother pointed out.

"And way too over-protected," Octavia added in an annoyed tone.

"That too," Bellamy responded with a tilted grin.

It was times like this when Octavia wondered if she was imagining the change in her brother. That only lasted for a second though before there was a knock at the door and Bell got up to go get it.

"Have fun with your babysitter, kid," he told her in a teasing tone as he headed to the door.

"Screw you, Bellamy," Octavia responded just before her brother opened the door and froze on the spot.

"Hi, I'm Clarke," the blonde at the door said with a slight nervous wave. "Am I at the right place?"

Bellamy's lip curled up into a smile, but he didn't say a word. He just continued to stand in the doorway, blocking her way inside.

Clarke was about to turn around and go back to her car, when a head popped up behind his shoulder.

"If you're here to babysit, then you sure are," the girl told her. "I was just going to go out, but you take good care of my brother."

With that, Octavia pushed past her brother and began to head out the door.

"Octavia!" Her brother called after her. "Get back here."

"Why?" Octavia questioned as she turned back around. "So that I can sit at home bored with the babysitter that I'm way too old to have while you go out?"

"Yes, that is exactly what you're going to do," Bellamy told her in an annoyed tone.

"Fine, I'll just sit trapped at home for the rest of my life!" Octavia exclaimed before pushing past him into the house and storming up the stairs and all the way to her room.

Clarke was still standing silently in the doorway, unsure of how exactly to react.

"You know, she's right," she finally told him.

"About what?" Bellamy asked, narrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"Being too old to need a babysitter," Clarke responded.

"Maybe, but I'd actually prefer if she was stuck with a babysitter until she turns thirty," he informed her. "Besides, if Octavia wasn't overprotected, then you'd be out a job."

"I guess," she told him.

"Well, I'm already late," Bellamy told her. "So I'll see you later, Princess."

"Princess?" Clarke challenged.

"Yeah. You're getting paid to watch my sister and yet you're still acting like you're superior for thinking that she doesn't need you," Bellamy responded. "Which I bet is because you've never done a bad thing in your life, so you don't understand why Octavia would ever get in trouble either… So yeah, I called you Princess."

Before she even had the chance to react, he'd shot her one last smile before getting into his car.

Clarke watched him drive away and then went inside the house.

"Octavia?" She called out as she walked further into the house.

"What?" Octavia questioned as she stopped at the top of the stairs.

"You know, your brother may be a bit on the overprotective side, but at least that means that he cares about you," Clarke told the younger girl.

"Do you have any siblings?" Octavia asked, ignoring her babysitter's comment.

"No, I'm an only child," Clarke told her.

"No wonder you don't understand," Octavia commented as she began to slowly descend the staircase. "You don't know what it's like to perpetually be stuck as just some little kid in your brother's mind. Bell's too cool to be seen with me or even be nice to me anymore and yet he still acts like he's trying so hard to look out for me even though I don't want his protection. So if you're planning on just being another overprotective person in my life, then don't even bother."

"Actually, I don't think that you really need a babysitter," Clarke told her. "But clearly your parents and brother disagree. So here's the deal. If you actually stay at home, then we can just hang out. But if you start running off, then you're just going to have to risk getting a new babysitter that's a lot stricter than I am."

Octavia seemed to consider for a moment before she cracked a slight smile. "I like you, Clarke."

"Good," Clarke told her, returning the smile.


It was already after midnight when Bellamy came home from his night out to find his sister and her babysitter sitting on the couch watching a movie.

"What are you still doing up, Tav?" He questioned as he walked into the room. "Isn't it a little late for kids to be up?"

"Shut up, Bellamy," Octavia responded, throwing popcorn at her brother as he sat down in an empty chair beside the couch. "What, suddenly you're not too good for my company?"

"I've always been too good for your company," Bellamy joked. "But I just occasionally take pity on you, since we're family."

"Ha. Ha." Octavia responded sarcastically. "Very funny, Bell."

"Well, Princess thinks I'm funny," Bellamy argued before turning his attention over to Clarke. "Don't you?"

"Not particularly, actually," Clarke told him, causing both of the Blakes to smirk.

"See, I told you she wouldn't be that bad," Bellamy told his sister as he leaned back in his chair. "I think you might even like her."

"More than I like you," Octavia retorted.

"Wow and I was just trying to be nice and have a conversation with my sister," Bellamy commented. "But that moment's over now, so time for bed, Tav."

"You're not in charge of me, Bell. Believe it or not, you're not my mother," Octavia argued.

"Oh, come on. I'm a little bit your mother," Bellamy assured her. "I mean, that's why you're so mad. Because I raised you more than mom and dad did and now I'm pushing you out of the nest."

"Gross, Bell. Shut up!" Octavia argued, causing a wide smirk to form on her brother's lips.

"Go to bed and maybe I will," Bellamy responded. "Or I could just tell Clarke here some of your most embarrassing stories."

"You're so annoying," Octavia complained as she got up from the couch and stormed away without so much as a look back at her brother. She didn't need to look back to know that he was grinning because she could hear his laughter following her to the stairs.

"Well, I guess I should go then," Clarke said as she stood up from the couch and began to pick up the mess that she and Octavia had made while watching movies.

"Here, I can take that," Bellamy said, reaching and grabbing a large bowl of popcorn out of her hands. "After all, this is my house."

"Right," Clarke agreed. "Somehow you didn't strike me as the help clean up kind of guy though."

"Maybe I'm not," Bellamy agreed with a tilted grin before taking two empty glasses out of her hands. "Maybe I'm just trying to make sure that you don't mess up my kitchen."

Clarke let out a laugh before she told him, "Fair enough. Well I can take a hint, so I'm going to head out."

"See you around, Princess," Bellamy told her with one last smile before he turned into the kitchen, leaving her to let herself out.

As soon as Clarke was out the door Octavia, who had been hiding at the top of the stairs listening in, came skipping back down the stairs seeking revenge against her brother.

"Wow, Bell. Since when do you clean up?" She questioned with a sly grin.

"Go to bed, Octavia."


A/N: Please read and review! I know that my stuff is usually all Revolution, but I figured that I'd post this fic on this account. I hope that you liked it so far. :)